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March is in

Sunday, 8 March, 2015

Born in 1830 in Massachusetts, Emily Dickinson lived her life in almost complete isolation from the outside world. Her condensed verse profoundly influenced the direction of 20th century poetry and she is now regarded as a uniquely gifted voice. Familiar with severe New England winters, Dickinson appreciated the joys of spring.

Dear March – Come in –

How glad I am –
I hoped for you before –
Put down your Hat –
You must have walked –
How out of Breath you are –
Dear March, how are you, and the Rest –
Did you leave Nature well –
Oh March, Come right upstairs with me –
I have so much to tell –

I got your Letter, and the Birds –
The Maples never knew that you were coming –
I declare – how Red their Faces grew –
But March, forgive me –
And all those Hills you left for me to Hue –
There was no Purple suitable –
You took it all with you –

Who knocks? That April –
Lock the Door –
I will not be pursued –
He stayed away a Year to call
When I am occupied –
But trifles look so trivial
As soon as you have come

That blame is just as dear as Praise
And Praise as mere as Blame –

Emily Dickinson (1830 – 1886)

March


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